The sky fell,
from out of space.
It hit me,
in my face.
So here I am,
a star in my eye,
as moonlight
makes me cry.
No excuse,
for whom I am.
I am a saddened,
dejected man.
I lost my love,
my wife,
and a dear friend,
is ill, too much strife.
I cannot,
lose again,
someone who's
a good friend.
I leave now,
sad at heart,
not wanting again
to lose or part.